That's not me screaming in the night.
I'm asleep, filtering dreams from reality
Trying to find a way back to who I am—
Darkness cannot hide me from myself.
But the light I have is dimming on and off
And I can't find the switch to change
The channel back to who I want to be—
It’s a strange flow, twisting and turning
Me under the gaze of a silent face and
A luckless age,
Lost and found in a
Labyrinth of unchanging mists that
Lead nowhere and everywhere a heart
Could desire except to the one place
It needs to be when it wakes up—
I try to sleep, to fight the dreams of hope
And tender moments that give life
Nightmares.
Pain is only a weakness,
It’s true, but it is and it isn’t when it
Happens to strangers and you’re watching
From the distance of years, and tiny
Signals floating past the stars and
Into your closed, watching eyes don’t
Tell you anything you don’t already know.
You’re not awake—
And it is real.
